& to finally find I had space
a clumsy salience that ran
in a pattern as a circuit
moves through the air where
a stare carves faint paper, a crane
that recedes from relief into
a flat dim plane, dusk or
something like it, the onset of
night, a noh-play of your life
performed in a rocket as it
orbits the moon. odd ambience
me & this not 'you' this shimmer
by the thousand shapes almost
molten in those fresh shadows
leaves bristling w/ nerves
become a noise to comb
over & look through their softly
toppled eyes